A toad sat on a railroad track
and polished there his scales.
He could not reach his centre back
with his long fingernails.
He found a hammer and drove in
ten nails into a board,
then scratched his midback with a grin.
How strange, you say, good Lord!
First time I saw a toad so odd,
he morphed into a prince.
I've trusted my Almighty God
in all these matters since.
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I cane not believe this tale with principled matters involved tis sort of very hairy.. from a scaled backed grinning toad ... aroha